The Book of Psalms: Chapter 11, Verse 5 (Psalms 11:5)

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In the LORD put I my trust: how say ye to my soul, Flee as a bird to your mountain?
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For, lo, the wicked bend their bow, they make ready their arrow upon the string, that they may privily shoot at the upright in heart.
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If the foundations be destroyed, what can the righteous do?
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The LORD is in his holy temple, the LORD's throne is in heaven: his eyes behold, his eyelids try, the children of men.
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The LORD trieth the righteous: but the wicked and him that loveth violence his soul hateth.
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Upon the wicked he shall rain snares, fire and brimstone, and an horrible tempest: this shall be the portion of their cup.
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For the righteous LORD loveth righteousness; his countenance doth behold the upright.
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